I flew with the new Go Pro HD Hero 2 for the first times, and will hopefully get around to putting a little video together, but here are some quick frame grabs from this morning:

Skimming along over the waves shortly after launching (and remembering to activate the helmet camera…)

Climbing up to meet the sunrise over the beach south of Melkbos

Ground-skimming through the veld at first light

Dawn patrollers

800ft over Melkbos on the way to work

A taste of the airway course magic (or madness?):

(Demonstrating self-laryngoscopy with the King Video Laryngoscope)

I can’t go and am desperately jealous Serious inquiries only please.

It’s been a very busy time over the last few months (as witnessed by the emptiness of my blog archive!), but I have managed to get in a little dying to clear the mind. Counterintuitively, Winter is an awesome time of the year to fly in Cape Town, and having the option of picking either hang- or paraglider definitely helps. I managed to get some good flights on the former, and was rewarded with the HG ‘Flight of the Month’ award as a result. Link to pictures and a little text:

http://cahgc.yolasite.com/flight-of-the-month/june-2011

I was blessed with an actual day off today, and even more fortuitously one on which my wife is stuck in the hospital on call, so I could fly without any smidgen of guilt.  After consulting the wind gods (aka windfinder, windgurur, xcskies etc) I elected to head for Llandudno (aka Little Lion’s Head) so that any and all non-Sport rated pilots could join in.  Not wanting to miss the window of opportunity, come 09h00 this morning I was comfortably ensconced at a coffee shop on the Camp’s Bay beachfront, and soon thereafter joined by Niel Marx and his beau, Tessa.  Due to the entire lack of atmospheric air velocity, we breakfasted in style, interrupted only by calls from Gavin Ashwell and Ian Cowie seeking advice regarding our movements, and a surprise encounter with Ant Allen in his pink-and-white cycling tights.  (Fortunately I am a medical professional and was not too perturbed by this sight.)

Come 10h15 we decided that the skies had decided to shift from nothing to light NE, and therefore the progression to N then NW could be expected.  We embarked for Llandudno, leaving a car at the bottom, and headed up to launch.  Gavin planned to meet us there, but Ian and Ant elected to aim for a PPG flight at Soetwater (near Kommetjie) instead.

The short and pleasant stroll to take-off at LLH behind us, we found a strong breeze (perhaps 25km/h) at the mast, and after briefing Niel I suggested we move to the traditional takeoff, where it was a little lighter.  The wind was now a steady N.  I launched and climbed easily, spotting Gavin on his way to the takeoff.  Niel launched and was soon searing easily, but aloft it was evident that the expected NW wind gradient was in force, and he (sensibly, on a 1/1-2) elected to stay well in front of the mountain.  Gavin was soon climbing, too.

Due to my chronic itchyfootitis, I felt the compulsion to cross to Karbonkelberg, where the high north-facing cliffs promise easy lift to the wandering pilot.  Before long I was kicking my heels above 950m of clear winter air, watching Niel and Gavin fly out to land at Llandudno beach.  Both felt that their penetration was poor; I was in less compressed air (further from the Apostles) and still quite comfortable off speed-bar.  Trying to jump back to Little Lion’s Head, however, was not easy:  I lost 250m for little real progress and scuttled back to the lift at Karbonkelberg.

Clearly the very northerly wind precluded a run down the Apostles, so I was left with a choice:  try hard to get back onto LLH, perhaps landing at Sandy Bay in the process (hardly a hardship unless the old-and-wrinkly brigade was out in force), or try something I’d been itching to do for a long time:  go over the back into Hout Bay and fly further south.  A quick radio call to Niel/Tessa confirmed that they were willing to drive chase (Tessa does really like driving the Pajero), and so Plan B went into action.  I plunged into the best lift over Karbonkelberg on half bar and climbed up to 950m ASL before slipping round the corner into Hout Bay (see the panoramic picture – click on the image for much more detail).

The ride across the valley was swift and beautifully smooth, losing less than 200m altitude, and soon I could climb out again on the western flank of Constantiaberg.  From 900m again I set off over Hout Bay itself, giving Noordehoek Peak a very wide berth (to avoid eagle disturbance) and aiming directly for Chapman’s Peak.

Arriving at over 700m, I didn’t find much lift, and so put the northerly at my back and headed for Kommetjie.  I had a vague hope of getting onto Slangkop and from there to Misty Cliffs, but although I went overhead Kommetjie at 300m ASL this wasn’t enough height to get lift again, so I landed near the main road… about 500m short of bettering Abe Meyer’s distance record (who narrowly beat Ant Allen… it’s a cut-throat world in the South Peninsula).  Interestingly, if you look at the paths of my two last XC flights in the area (starting quite close but heading in opposite directions), both are almost exactly 22km.  Curious.

In any case, Tessa and Niel (bless them) were hot on my trail, and by taking a quick minibus ride I met them in Noordehoek.  (“Vyf Rand Vishoek toe, Meneer!”  “Wat as ek net Noordehoek toe wil ry?”  “Net vyf Rand dan, Meneer!”). Along the way I was cussed properly by every PG pilot who phoned to hear how the wind was (Not mentioning names: you know who you are).  It was by now blown out at LLH, but a light shone in the windy darkness:  Adam West (chairman of the HG club, for those not in the know) called and was enlivened to hear that the NW had appeared, and was headed to Signal Hill.  We deciede to go check it out.

Needless to say, wonderful flying was had at Sigs (several tandems also in attendance) before the wind backed off and left nothing else to do but raise glasses to a great day down at Mouille Point.  I still think I owe T&N more beers, but more is nog ‘n dag.

We stayed on the farm “Koorlandskloof”, belonging to Lampies and Aret Lamprecht, and between evenings spent braaing around a roaring fire (indoors or out!) we managed to fit in a few short flights, even though the weather conspired to dump plenty of snow on the area.

On the Monday I was pre-call and enjoyed the adventure of a solo motorcycle ride down Ouberg Pass and across the desolate Tanqua Karoo.  Here are some photos to whet the appetite before this year’s trip!

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It’s a fynbos flower, Gladiolus carmineus.  Beautiful.

Unexpected little treasures are perhaps the best.

I’ve been meaning for a very long time to upload some decent galleries of my photographs to this blog, for the reader’s general enjoyment.  You’ll have noted the occasional random image post in the past.  To this end, I’ve begun experimenting with a gallery plugin, accessed via the “Photography” page (above, or click the link).

So far, I’ve just uploaded a small selection of photographs from my last Antarctic trip, as expedition doctor for Cheeseman’s Ecology Safari’s voyage to the Falklands, South Georgia and the Antarctic Peninsula aboard the MV Polar Star.  Have a look and let me know what you think of the interface.  There’s obviously more to come.

Finally, a new development: my photo’s have caught the eye of a local company called workART, who have an online artwork and framing business aimed at gettign good-quality prints to the public at affordable prices.  Watch this space – soon you’ll be able to order many (or any!) of my photographs as framed prints at low cost.

http://lifeinthefastlane.com/2011/03/gf-jooste-hospital-experience/

It’s worth a read even if just for the background about how and where we work